Lily knew exactly why her brother was hoping that H. Graves was a lass and not a lad, and she gave a little roll of her eyes at him. "I can handle myself. Trust me, yeah?" She wasn't the same girl that he knew when they were little.
Her eyebrow went up as he was explaining the woman that he was apparently rooming with. Friends, and Lily couldn't hold back her snicker when he said 'what not.' Because she knew him, and it was probably a lot more what than not. "Meet her. Your lass. The one you fancy? Do I need to call mum and see if she has any pictures of you in the tub so I can show her?"